Last night the New York Giants dominated over the New England Patriots for the title of Super Bowl Champions. Some actually took the game seriously, chugging light beers and sporadically screaming at the television, while others (and by others we mean a good majority of those "one day a year" sports fans) were just waiting for the yearly tradition of watching the train wreck of a half time show. Ever since the Janet Jackson "wardrobe malfunction" 8 years ago, the NFL has kept a tight lock down on its acts, using headliners for a more PG crowd like Paul McCartney, The Rolling Stones, and possibly the worst half time show in history, The Black Eyed Peas. But this year was Madonna's year -- a chance to thrust herself back in the spotlight and prove she's got what it takes, even at age 53. From tightrope walkers, to M.I.A.'s unruliness, to Madonna's crotch and beyond, here's what I was really thinking about during the half time show...